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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
沿途觅佩踪
凤尾香罗薄几重~ 碧文圆顶夜深缝~
真诗意
那个大楼工地还是很吵吗，倒是可以把它当成“五更钟”：D
TO THE MOON
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
By Percy Bysshe Shelley